Devil Within Digital Daggers Novels & Stories

Diana was still in the white gown that she wore in the tower, but from her face to her body she had turned more towards the demonic side. Terrified, a few soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt. “Who did this…” Diana mumbled gruffly. “Why the hell did you stop your attacks, prince Devon?” Vidar said. “Finish them! End them here! Can’t you see? She is a demoness. The warmonger. The filthy blood that has brought destruction to this world. Kill them both!” Devon looked even more confused from Vidar’s comment, but he didn’t attack. “Fine! I will do this myself!” Vidar snatched the gun from Devon’s hand and incessantly shot at Diana, but Zephyr threw himself in the middle.

However, Moriri did not believe Darryl at all. At that point, she had completely lost her patience. She said coldly, "You don't want to tell me? Fine, I don't want to waste my time with you. "According to the Heaven Deviation Path rules—whoever pretends to be a cultivator from the Heaven Deviation Path is punishable by death." Moriri gripped the dagger tightly and aimed it at Darryl's heart as soon as she finished speaking.

This monstrous being was the Devourer, a demonic entity summoned by Rhett. The moment Rhett had called upon the Devourer, Chase had sensed the shift in energy. "He actually dares to summon a demonic entity to aid him? He's lost his mind." Chase let out a cold snort, his body gradually turning transparent as he melded into his surroundings. He closed in on Rhett from the side like a shadow, moving at lightning speed. A dagger gleamed in his grip as he thrust it straight toward Rhett's throat. "Hmm?" Rhett's brows furrowed. His instincts flared, warning him of imminent danger. He moved just in time, narrowly dodging the fatal strike.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

It roared in pain, stumbling backward. We had it surrounded. “Now!” the Black Witch shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. Charles and Dorian used all their strength to pin the Devil Alpha down, it struggled with them trying to break free. The Black witch threw a dagger at me. “Kill it,” she shouted. I caught the dagger and rushed to the beast getting on top of it, my hands raised up to stab the beast right in the chest, when it slowly stopped struggling, and began to morph back.

"Come on, beg for it." Arthur did not, he would rather drink a dog pee. Begging wouldn't change anything, and he wouldn't indulge these demented women's dark fantasies. "Alright then." Morgana turned her head, addressing her servant. "Dora, prepare the spiked whips and fire them up. Let us begin." <><><><>

The Southern pack looked on in shock and horror as Dagon's true intentions were revealed. Witnessing the treachery unfold before him, Big Lee, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and vengeance, charged towards Dagon, intent on avenging Zena's untimely demise. But as he closed in, Dagon vanished and reappeared atop a higher platform within the fortress. Dagon lifted his staff, its crystal glowing with an eerie light. With a fiendish grin, he activated the staff, unleashing a mesmerizing radiance that ensnared the minds of all who beheld it, including Big Lee. They were all hypnotized.

Given that forsaken are made of the chthonic essence of masters of Oribus, this was an easy fight for Thersar, Nexelex and warriors. That’s it. I had my fair share of fun in battering Denexus. Given that I don’t want to mar my palate with Denexus’ blood, I have pulled out Kris chthonic daggers and cut both of his hands in a quick motion. He fell to his knees, snarling and groaning. In yet another brisk move, I stuck both daggers in his chest. And the essence of Denexus was sucked in my kris daggers.

Whatever it is, it might be the key to the questions about my mom and this organization that wants all of us dead. The children were with their dad as they walked on each side of him, clutching his fine, silver fur. Diana still looked scared and anxious as she felt her father’s fur on the side of her flushed cheek for comfort. Devon walked with his back straight, his face painted with patience and courage. His small steps were so light that I barely heard them clacking on the floor, unlike his sister’s. Devon was definitely a hunter—a born leader and warrior that Silver Crescent needs one day.

He was alive for so many days in an isolated prison. Elfar reached into the private pouch of his coat and pulled out two valuable daggers. Damian’s eyes went wide. It was rumored to be the blessed daggers of the secret order of knights which could kill any supernatural being, could harm vampires and witches. The enchanted fire purified dagger could cut through any dark creatures. Elfar surveyed the crowd, watched Damian's father in the eye and held the daggers in his hands, and closed his eyes to pray. Damian and the rest followed suit, more out of anxiety that he didn’t want to see what would happen than from prayerfulness.